Twilight's Dawn

Twilight Sparkle, newly-crowned ruling Princess of Equestria, awoke in her royal quarters, ready to start her first day on the job. For a brief moment, her still-drowsy mind wondered why it was still so dark.

'...Oh, right.' She realised, picking up an amulet situated on the bedside cabinet with her magic. 'This is going to take some getting used to...'

Twilight invoked the amulet's magic, causing the moon to fall and the sun to rise. She looked out of the bedroom window, observing the rising sun lighting up Canterlot.

"Ruler of Equestria, day one." She thought aloud. "So far, so good..."

After making her bed, brushing her mane and washing up, Twilight left her quarters, and entered the room next door. Inside was Spike, her royal advisor, sleeping in his own bed.

"Rise and shine, Spike!" Twilight hollered. "We've got a big day ahead of us!"

"I'm up, I'm up." The groggy Spike sat up and stretched. "Ahhh. Such a great night's sleep. These royal beds are really something, huh?"

"If you say so." Twilight rolled her eyes. "Now come on. Time for breakfast."

"Right behind ya, Twi." Spike, suddenly full of energy, grabbed his royal advisor pendant and leapt off the bed.

"Some things never change." Twilight chuckled. "The mention of food always got you raring to go."

"Less talk, more moving!" Spike flew past her.

Shortly after, down in the royal dining room, Twilight and Spike enjoyed a breakfast of pancakes and syrup (with gems on Spike's stack).

"Are you certain you don't want anything else, your highness?" The chief royal chef asked from his position beside Twilight's chair.

"I'm fine, thank you." Twilight said courteously, adding a touch more syrup to her stack. "I still have plenty of pancakes to get through."

"As you wish, Princess." The chief royal chef said flatly.

"I wouldn't mind a few extra gems." Spike chipped in. "And some whipped cream, too."

"Coming right up, royal advisor." The chief royal chef nodded.

As the chef left the room, Twilight raised an eyebrow in Spike's direction.

"What?" Spike shrugged. "It's literally his job. Besides, it was getting a little awkward for him to just be standing there, waiting for orders. All this servant stuff is going to take some getting used to..."

"We both knew this would be a big adjustment." Twilight pointed out, at the same time noting how Spike was unknowingly echoing her earlier thoughts. "All we can do is take it one change at a time."

"Sounds like a plan." Spike jabbed his fork into his stack.

"And try not to eat too many pancakes." Twilight added. "We've got a very busy day ahead of us. I memorised our whole itinerary before bed last night."

"Of course you did." Spike snarked. "Relax, Twi. Once I get my extra gems and whipped cream, I'll finish my stack, and we can get going."

As Spike finished his sentence, the chief chef returned.

"Your extra gems and whipped cream, sir." He announced, placing a bowl of gems and a spray can on the table.

"Much obliged." Spike grinned. He picked some gems out of the bowl and sprinkled them over his stack, then sprayed some whipped cream on top. "I'm starting to think I could get used to this after all..." He smirked, just before taking a bite out of his improved breakfast.

Rolling her eyes, Twilight had another forkful of pancake.

After breakfast, Twilight and Spike began to tackle their royal duties for the day. The list was a long one, consisting of meetings with the town planners, cutting the ribbon at a new restaurant, and entertaining delegates from Whinnyapolis, Trottingham and Manehattan. Things were so busy, Twilight and Spike were only able to attain a brief respite, just after 11 o'clock.

"Hoo, boy." Spike collapsed into his seat beside Twilight's throne. "That was exhausting. And the day's not even half over."

"I like to keep busy, but this is a little more work than I'm used to." Twilight admitted. "Still, it's all for a good cause. Every meeting, every diplomatic discussion, even every ribbon-cutting ceremony, helps make Equestria a better place."

"There it is." A familar-sounding disembodied voice echoed around the throne room. "There's the classic mix of mushiness and insight we've all come to love... Nice to know becoming top pony hasn't changed you, Twilight."

"Discord..." Twilight rolled her eyes. "You do know it's rude not to look somepony in the face when you're talking to them, right?"

Discord appeared before them, dressed in the outfit of a royal courtier.

"Spoilsport." He pouted. "Guess things really haven't changed that much."

"You're telling me." Spike snarked.

"Not that I don't like seeing you, but we're kind of in-between important royal business at the moment." Twilight told Discord.

"Oh, I know." Discord smiled. "I snuck a peek at your royal itinerary earlier, so I'd know the absolute best time to drop by and check up on you. Wasn't that considerate of me?"

"By your standards? ...Yeah, it actually was." Spike admitted. "Expect for the whole 'spying on your friends' thing..."

"Somecreatures are never satisfied." Discord shook his head. "So, I take it your first day on the job is going well?"

"So far, yes." Twilight admitted. "We're still settled into things, like the castle..."

"Speaking of which, I see Luna and Cay-Cay spared no expense fixing up the place." Discord glanced around the room, taking particular note of the new stained glass windows. "One last flexing of their royal muscles, huh?"

"Well, it's not like we could take up residence in a wrecked castle." Twilight pointed out.

"And I couldn't help but notice the terrible trio have been placed right where I used to be." Discord pulled out a remote, pointed it in the direction of one of the new windows (which had been made to commemorate Twilight's coronation), and pushed a button. The window briefly changed to an image of static, then to a view of the royal gardens. Sure enough, the petrified forms of Queen Chrysalis, Lord Tirek and Cozy Glow stood out amongst the other statues, in the same spot Discord's petrified form had once resided. "Not sure if I should be amused by the irony, or insulted by the comparison..."

"Let's all just hope those three don't break out in a thousand years." Spike said darkly. "Future Equestria sure doesn't need that..."

"If they do, I'm sure there will be those willing to stand up to them." Twilight declared. "Just like they did this time around."

"About that: I'd just like to apologize for that whole unfortunate mess with those three troublemakers." Discord said awkwardly. "I never expected things to turn out so badly..."

"I know you meant well." Twilight admitted. "And Spike and the others told me how you risked your life to help them escape from those three. That was very brave of you."

"It was, wasn't it?" Discord smirked proudly. "And thanks to that act of supreme bravery, you and your friends managed to rally for a counter attack. Very impressive, no?"

"Enough to make up for the fact that you caused the problem in the first place, with that big plan of yours to boost Twilight's confidence." Spike snarked.

"And what a plan it was." Discord sighed proudly. "It was going to be my magnum opus. My crowning achievement... No pun intended. To bring about the greatest victory in Equestria's history, and prove Twilight was undeniably ready to rule. But even the best laid plans... well, you know." He shrugged. Ah, well. At least it all worked out in the end, right?"

"Just barely." Twilight acknowledged. "A lot like all of the other times Equestria was saved, to be honest..."

"Bad guys defeated? Check." Spike started counting on his fingers. "Good guys stronger than ever? Check. Everycreature learned a valuable lesson abut the power of friendship? Check. Twilight ready to take the throne and become Equestria's new ruler? That's a big check."

"...So, when you think about it, my plan actually did work." Discord smirked. "You stepped up to become the ruler we all knew you could be. And it was all thanks to me!"

Twilight and Spike threw Discord identical unamused glares.

"Yes, well..." Discord cleared his throat. "I'll admit there were a few variables I didn't think to account for..." He changed his outfit to that of a general. "But as they say, no plan survives contact with the enemy. At least one of those variables was a big back-up army, helping save the day after my little... slip-up." He returned to his usual look. "Which brings me back to my 'it all worked out in the end' point."

"I wouldn't say it all worked out just yet." Twilight pointed out. "There are still a few things left to clean up from that whole mess. But we all made it through okay, and that's what matters."

"Maybe next time you come up with a grand scheme, you could run it by some friends first." Spike suggested

"Very seriously noted, Mr. 'royal advisor'." Discord bowed theatrically. "I can see why Twilight gave you the job. Guess that proves nepotism isn't always a bad thing..."

"As good as it is to talk with you, Spike and I have to get back to our royal duties soon." Twilight declared. "We still have to meet with the trade committee before having a luncheon with the Trottingham delegates. And after that, we have an appearance at the groundbreaking ceremony over at the site of the new embassy, then we need to have talks with the mayor of Manehattan, and then we have to look over the proposal for a new railroad to be built between here and Yakyakistan..."

"Sounds like you've got a lot on your plate." Discord joked, holding aloft a plate filled with scrolls, letters, and other documents. "And you know me, I hate to distract anypony from their important work..."

"Since when?" Spike snarked.

Discord answered by dropping the contents of the plate over Spike, burying him.

"Anyway it's almost time for me to depart, too. I have to head over to Fluttershy's for our usual tea party." Discord announced. "I'll tell her you said 'hi', and that you're really hitting the 'ruler of Equestria' thing out of the park." He changed himself into a baseball player, and swung his bat at the air.

"Thanks, Discord." Twilight smiled. "I appreciate that."

"What am I, chopped hay?" Spike pushed aside all the paperwork. "Tell Fluttershy I said 'hi' too."

"Of course, of course." Discord nodded. "Just so long as you remember to let me know the next time you're available for an O & O session. Between your new royal advisorly duties and Big Mac's new marital status, I get the feeling our guys' nights aren't going to be as frequent as they used to, even if I can just snap you two into the game world the second I hear you're both available..."

"I'll keep you posted." Spike assured him. "Trust me, I'll miss guys' night just as much as you. I was there at the beginning, remember?"

"Way to pull rank, Garbunkle." Discord joked.

"You know, there's nothing stopping you from finding other friends to play O & O with." Twilight suggested. "Sure, it's been you, Spike and Big Mac's thing for a while, but if you like playing it so much, you could invite others to join in on the fun when Spike and Big Mac aren't available."

"I suppose I could..." Discord mused. "You wouldn't mind, would you, Garbunkle?" he asked Spike, changing into his roleplaying persona.

"Of course not, Captain Wuzz." Spike said fairly. "In fact, me and Sir McBiggen would love to have a few extra players the next time we're all available."

"Wonderful!" Discord grinned. "I must say, this little visit has given me a lot to consider. And like I said, it's time for tea with Fluttershy, so I'll have to save the considering for a little later. But don't worry: I'll be dropping by to check on you again real soon."

"Of course you will." Twilight smiled wryly.

"I put a lot of effort into helping you get where you are, filly." Discord pointed out. "Can't really blame me for expecting great things from you."

"I'll try to make sure you're not disappointed." Twilight said sarcastically.

"That's all I ask." Discord smiled. "Toodles!"

Discord vanished in a flash of light, leaving Twilight and Spike alone again. Twilight took a moment to check the time, teleporting a pocketwatch in front of her.

"Come on, Spike." She stepped off her throne, making the watch disappear. "Time to get back to work."

"So much for our break." Spike sighed. "Still, at least there'll be food provided at the luncheon..."

The meeting with the trade committee went as well as could be expected, though the luncheon was slightly less successful; while Twilight had been able to reach several accords with the delegates regarding how to improve Canterlot/Trottingham relations, there were still one or two items that required further discussion at a later date.

"Guess ya can't win 'em all." Spike sighed as the delegates were escorted out of the dining room. "You okay, Twi?"

"I'm fine, Spike." Twilight assured him. "It would have been nice to settle everything in one meeting, but I've learned my lesson about being obsessed with perfection, remember?"

"Boy, do I..." Spike snarked, recalling the events that led to said lesson.

"Besides, there's always next time." Twilight pointed out. She teleported in the pocketwatch again. "And speaking of time, we need to get to the groundbreaking ceremony, fast."

"Right behind ya." Spike smiled, following Twilight as she flew off to their next engagement.

The rest of the day went more-or-less smoothly. The only hiccup lay with the proposed railroad to Yakyakistan; the city budget had been seriously dented by the castle's reconstruction, leaving some of the council unwilling to spend so much of what was left on laying tracks all the way to the Frozen North. Thankfully, one of Twilight's patented speeches on the importance of keeping friends and allies close had convinced enough council members to cast their votes in favour of the new line.

"Classic Twilight." Spike grinned as they departed from the council building. "'This new railroad won't just be a line to Yakyakistan, but a line to our yak friends, and a way to bring us all closer together'. You've still got it, Twi."

"I am still the Princess of Friendship, remember?" Twilight smiled. "Ruler of Equestria or no, that's something I don't plan on changing."

"Good for you." Spike gave her a thumbs up. "But I noticed some of the council members who didn't vote for the line weren't too happy with the result."

"You can't please everypony." Twilight shrugged. "We can only hope those council members will see the light sooner or later. But until they do, we just have to keep pressing forward in our attempts at bringing creatures together."

"Like I said, classic Twilight." Spike chuckled.

"Classic Spike." Twilight ruffled her royal advisor's spines. "Now for the next item on the list..."

After some more royal business, the day reached its end. Once she had double-checked that all her royal duties for the day were complete, Twilight used her amulet to lower the sun and raise the moon. After that came a supper of toast and fried oats for Twilight, and oatmeal and gems for Spike.

"Heck of a day, huh?" Spike asked between mouthfuls.

"You can say that again." Twilight agreed.

"I could, but I'm too tired." Spike joked.

"Then you should get yourself a good night's sleep." Twilight declared. "According to the schedule, tomorrow will be almost as busy as today was."

"Guess that's the royal life for ya." Spike shrugged. "Working our tails off for a better Equestria. Not exactly how I imagined my future, but like you said, it's for a good cause..."

"No matter what the future may hold, as long as we face it together, there's nothing we can't do." Twilight pointed out.

"As your royal advisor, and friend, I can do no less than stick by your side." Spike pledged. "Just like always."

"Of that, I have no doubt." Twilight smiled. She knew Spike was going to say something to that effect, but hearing him say it aloud warmed her heart. "Okay, let's finish up here, then head off to bed."

"Don't have to tell me twice." Spike grinned, shovelling another spoonful of gem-laced oatmeal into his mouth.

After finishing supper, both Princess and royal advisor made their way up to their bedrooms.

"See you tomorrow, your highness." Spike grinned playfully.

"You too, royal advisor." Twilight chuckled. "Get plenty of sleep. I'll need you rested and alert for tomorrow's workload."

"With a bed like the one I've got now, that's not gonna be a problem." Spike nodded.

The two entered their respective rooms. Spike headed straight for his bed, dropping off to sleep the second his head hit the pillow.

Meanwhile, Twilight had yet to get into her own bed. Instead, she opened one of her dresser's drawers, and took out a book. Not just any book, but the book of memories she had been gifted by her friends just after her coronation. She looked through the enchanted pages, gazing fondly at the animated records of the wonderful moments she had shared with her Ponyville friends.

"I miss you, girls." She sighed wistfully. "But we'll see each other again soon. And until then, I'll be doing everything I can to be the best ruler of Equestria I can be." She smiled brightly. "And I'll have a few ideas ready for when the Council of Friendship holds its first meeting. Hope you all can say the same..."

Twilight closed the book, and returned it to its drawer. She got into bed soon after, just as exhausted as Spike was from the day's events. But at the same time, she was content over successfully completing her first day of rule. Her reign was only just beginning, and she had big plans regarding how to make Equestria a better place. And as always, the biggest plans involved having her friends by her side. Together, they were going to accomplish great things. But until then, Twilight, aided as always by Spike, was going to continue holding down the fort, keeping Canterlot, and by extension, the rest of Equestria, in check, and working to ensure a brighter future not just for ponies, but for everycreature.

'We're just getting started...' She thought, moments before dropping off to sleep.

Fashion Show Showdown

As usual, the city of Manehattan was abuzz with activity. A contest for young fashion designers was being held, and Rarity For You had been invited to host it. Rarity, who was always eager to help others make their first steps into the world of fashion, had readily agreed, and was currently watching the preparations unfold with a vested interest.

'This really takes me back.' She thought happily. 'It seems like just yesterday I was taking part in my first contest, and now, all these young designers are eager to take their first steps into the world of fashion...'

One of the judges, an aqua-coated Pegasus mare with an orange mane and brown eyes (and a silvery dress) approached. She was Myra Ranks, a well-known Manehattan celebrity, known for her judgment on what was "hot" and what was "not".

"Thanks again for agreeing to this, Rarity." She smiled. "Things are really coming together..."

"They certainly are." Rarity nodded. "And really, it's my pleasure. All these eager young designers, giving it their all... it brings back so many fond memories."

"I know what you mean." Myra grinned. "It's like nostalgia central over here. And who knows? We might be seeing the beginning of some future fashion rivals here today."

"Or some future collaboraters." Rarity suggested.

"Maybe." Myra chuckled. "Anyway, I should start getting ready myself. I have a feeling it's going to be quite a show."

"On that, we can agree." Rarity grinned as Myra departed. "Break a leg, darling."

"Hi, Rarity!" An exuberant voice brought Rarity out of her nostalgic moment.

The voice belonged to Pistachio, the fashion-minded young colt Rarity had met the previous Hearth's Warming Eve (due to a misdelivered gift), joined by his parents, Oaknut and Butternut.

"Pistachio!" Rarity beamed. "How nice to see you again."

"It's great to see you too." Pistachio grinned.

"What brings you to Manehattan, of all places?" Rarity inquired.

"I'm in the contest, that's what." Pistachio smiled.

"Really?" Rarity smiled.

"Yeah." Pistachio nodded. "I sent in a design just for fun, but it actually wound up getting accepted, so here I am."

"And we got a free trip to Manehattan into the bargain." Oak Nut smiled. "All thanks to Pistachio."

"We're so proud of our little designer!" Butternut hugged her son.

"Mom..." Pistachio blushed.

"And so you should be." Rarity declared. "Pistachio must have offered quite a design for the judges to accept him." She returned her attention to the young colt. "Congratulations, Pistachio. I look forward to seeing your design brought to life."

"So do we." Oak Nut agreed. "In fact, we should probably get to finding some good seats to watch the contest from."

"Do your best, Pistachio." Butternut smiled. "That's all you need to be a true winner in our book."

With that, Oak Nut and Butternut departed, heading for the part of the boutique which had been designated as the main stage.

"Guess I'd better get to work." Pistachio noted.

"Please, allow me to show you where you'll be working." Rarity offered. "Right this way."

"Well, well." A voice Rarity had not heard in Moons sneered. "Isn't this an overdue reunion?"

Rarity turned in the direction of the voice, and froze in revulsion as she looked upon the smug face of her one-time rival, Suri Polomare.

"Suri." She glared, trying her best to mask her outrage. "What an... Unexpected surprise."

"It's been too long, hasn't it?" Suri drawled, seemingly oblivious to the coldness in Rarity's eyes.

"Not long enough..." Rarity said under her breath.

"You've been doing well for yourself since we last met, haven't you?" Suri asked, her voice dripping with false pleasantries. "Three boutiques, and one right here in Manehattan. Some ponies have all the luck, don't they?"

"Not 'luck', Suri." Rarity retorted, trying her best to be civil. "Everything I have, I gained through hard work, perseverance, and of course, a little help from my friends."

"How nice for you." Suri smiled falsely. "I must admit, when I heard the young designers contest was being held here, I was actually hoping we'd see each other again."

"And I must admit, I wasn't expecting to see you here." Rarity admitted. "You don't exactly strike me as the spectator type."

"Well, I'm not exactly here as a spectator." Suri said cryptically. "I have a professional reason for being here..." She glanced to the left, and spotted something. "And here she comes now."

Joining Suri was a teenage Unicorn mare with a fuschia coat, teal eyes, a Cutie Mark of two crossed sewing needles (with the threads forming a circle around it) and an electric blue/black mane that was short on top, and tied into a long braid.

"Rarity, allow me to introduce my new protégé: Cross Stitch." Suri announced.

"'Sup?" Cross Stitch said, a look of utter disinterest on her face.

"Cross is taking part in this little contest." Suri revealed. "And with what I've taught her, victory is all but assured."

"Oh, yeah." Cross Stitch nodded smugly. "They may as well give me that first prize trophy right now."

"I wouldn't be so sure about that, darling." Rarity shot back. "I daresay Pistachio here could give your protégé a run for her money."

"I could?" Pistachio frowned.

"And who is this colt to you, exactly?" Suri asked bluntly. "An employee? An apprentice?"

"Just a dear friend." Rarity admitted. "Besides, since my business is hosting the contest, it's actually prohibited for anypony who has a professional connection with myself to take part. Those are the rules."

"A pity." Suri smirked. "It would have been such a treat to see my protégé best an apprentice of yours. Guess I'll just have to settle for Cross winning the contest being held in your own boutique."

"Not to repeat myself, but I wouldn't be so quick to assume victory." Rarity growled, her left eye twitching.

"Just try not to be too jealous when Cross uses what I taught her to wipe the floor with the competition, mmkay?" Suri retorted.

"Better tell the judges to put my name on that trophy right now." Cross Stitch boasted.

Suri and Cross walked away, snickering snidely.

"Nice to see you again, too..." Rarity seethed.

"Who was that mare?" Pistachio asked.

"Just an old fashion rival." Rarity said brusquely. "We once competed with each other in a contest held right here in Manehattan. She tried to cheat by copying a fabric I'd created. And when that failed, she attempted to trick me into thinking I'd been disqualified, so she could take first prize for herself."

"Whoa, that is some rotten cheating." Pistachio screwed up his face in disgust. "I don't blame you for acting like that around her. I'd probably do the same..."

"Let's forget about her." Rarity said airily. "Before we were so rudely interrupted, I was about to escort you backstage. This way, please."

Rarity led Pistachio to the area that had been put aside for the entrants to bring their designs to life. Half a dozen other young designers (Cross Stitch among them) were already hard at work, making their visions a reality, using all the available fabrics and accessories on hoof.

"This looks like a good place to start." Pistachio picked out one of the remaining work tables.

"So, what kind of inspired design will you be bringing to life today?" Rarity asked.

"This." Pistachio held up a piece of paper with his design on it.

Rarity took a look. The picture was that of a shirt, jeans and waistcoat combo, with stylised acorn patterns on the jeans and waistcoat.

"Not bad, darling." Rarity nodded appreciatively. "Down-to-earth, yet intricate and eye-catching."

"Thanks." Pistachio smiled. "I just hope the judges like the real-life version."

"I'm sure they will." Rarity declared. "You should have everything you need to realise your design right here. If there's anything you need that isn't here, feel free to ask."

"I will." Pistachio smiled. "But I think I'll be okay."

"Best of luck, then." Rarity nodded.

Rarity walked away, leaving Pistachio to get to work. As she made her way across the room, she couldn't help but notice Cross was hard at work, with Suri encouraging her. Cross's design was a black and neon purple party dress, with rose patterns on the skirt.

"That's it, my dear." Suri declared, as Cross added some studded belts to the skirt. "Nothing like a few accessories to catch the crowd's eye."

"When I'm done, nopony'll even notice those other losers' outfits." Cross bragged, throwing in some rhinestones on the hem. "Especially not that hayseed... Peanut, or Almond, or whatever his name is."

"Oh, I know." Suri sneered. "What were the judges thinking, letting some backwater pony in this contest?"

"Maybe they thought whatever lousy design he's got would make the rest of us look good." Cross joked coldly. "Or they felt like letting some no-hoper in as a joke."

"Well, I know I'll be laughing." Suri smirked. "Rarity always did have poor taste in friends. And that hick colt just won the blue ribbon. The only prize he'll be getting today..."

Rarity grit her teeth in silent anger as Suri and Cross laughed spitefully.

'Someponies never change.' She thought angrily. 'How dare Suri disparage Pistachio like that! ...Well, she'll soon see who the real loser is here! Pistachio's design is going to blow Cross's out of the water, just you wait and see...'

Rarity returned to Pistachio's workstation, intent on being proven right.

"How are things, Pistachio?" She asked nonchalantly.

"They're going pretty well." Pistachio smiled. "Like you said, everything I needed was right here." He showed off his half-completed design. "How does it look so far?"

Rarity looked upon the outfit, and found herself holding a different opinion of it than she did when she saw it on paper. Compared to cross's elaborate work, it seemed to be somehow lacking in her eyes.

"It's... a good start." She nodded hesitantly.

"Well, yeah." Pistachio nodded. "I'm only about half done. But it won't take long for me to finish..."

"Of course." Rarity nodded. "But I was thinking the final product could use a few little... additions."

"Additions?" Pistachio frowned. "I thought you said my design was 'eye-catching'?"

"Oh, it is." Rarity nodded. "But an outfit can always be more eye-catching. Think of it as like adding garnish to fine cuisine."

Using her magic, Rarity floated over a gold-colored belt.

"Try adding this." She suggested.

"Uh... okay." Pistachio shrugged. "I guess jeans do need a belt..."

Pistachio awkwardly added the belt to the ensemble.

"Wonderful." Rarity smiled. "Now, about the waistcoat..."

"What about it?" Pistachio asked hesitantly.

"It is quite dashing." Rarity admitted. "But it's missing a certain something. ...Ooh! Sequins!"

"'Sequins'?" Pistachio gaped.

"That's right!" Rarity used her magic to attach a few. "There! Captivating, no?"

"Well, I..." Pistachio mumbled.

"Now, about the shirt..." Rarity continued.

Over the next ten minutes, Rarity added a number of extras to Pistachio's work. With each new addition, Pistachio patience worse thinner.

"Okay, I think that's enough." He said fairly. "I think all this new stuff is covering up the 'down-to-earth' aesthetic you mentioned."

"And that's a bad thing?" Rarity asked, only half paying attention as she tried to decide between two brooches.

"Yes." Pistachio sighed. "Why can't we just away a few of these things, unclutter the outfit a little?"

"I don't know." Rarity chose a brooch and added it on. "There is such a thing as too simple, you know?"

"And what's wrong with simple?" Pistachio frowned.

"Not wrong, per se." Rarity shrugged. She added a scarf to the mix. "But you need to make this really stand out. You don't want anypony to think you're just some hayseed." Rarity echoed Suri's words.

"'Hayseed'?" Pistachio scowled, outraged. "Is that what you think I am?"

"Of course not." Rarity said hastily. "But these Manehattenites are rather... Particular in their expectations. I'm just concerned-"

"Concerned about what?" Pistachio glared. "That my design's not good enough? That I have no business being here? That I can't hold a candle to anypony else?"

"That's not what I'm saying." Rarity shrank back a little, surprised by Pistachi's outburst. "I just meant that, with such fierce competition, you might need to add a little something extra to your design. That way, you'd really put Suri and her little protégé in their place!"

"What makes you think I even care about that?" Pistachio scowled. "I came here to have some fun, and bring my design to life, not indulge in another pony's petty rivalry!"

"Pistachio, I..." Rarity had no words. Hearing Pistachio sum things up like that had really hit the truth home for her. "I was just trying to help..."

"Well, you can forget it." Pistachio turned away. "I have work to do, undoing this mess. Do me a favor and save your 'help' for somepony else."

Rarity remained speechless. With nothing to say, she walked away, disgusted at herself. She made her way out of her boutique, wanting to be alone.

Once outside, her guilty feelings dug up memories from the past; specifically, the time she had offered to make outfits for her friends, for their first Grand Galloping Gala. How they had been unimpressed with her initial work, and requested all sort of alterations. Even after all this time, Rarity still vividly remembered the frustration she had felt at how they had insisted on all sorts of changes to her original visions.

'...And that's exactly the kind of frustration I inflicted on Pistachio.' She thought ruefully. 'I disregard his desires, and focused solely on my own...' Her regret gave way to a new feeling: the feeling that she needed to atone for her mistakes. 'I just hope it's not too late to fix things...'

Rarity returned to the work area, finding that Pistachio was still busy removing what she had added to his work.

"What do you want now?" Pistachio glared as she approached.

"I'm sorry, Pistachio." Rarity apologized. "I was wrong. I let my history with Suri cloud my judgment. I should never have tried to meddle with your design. It's your creation, and you should be free to present it the way you want to. Because it was already perfect just the way it was before all my horrid additions."

"You really think so?" Pistachio asked.

"I know so." Rarity smiled, using her magic to remove the remaining "improvements" she'd added to the outfit. "Now, you get out there, and show the judges what a wonderful designer you truly are."

"I sure will." Pistachio grinned. "Just gotta make a few last adjustments, and it'll be good to go."

"Yes it will." Rarity smiled.

Shortly after, the contest began in earnest. The stands were packed with spectators (Oak Nut and Butternut sitting up front), and Myra and her fellow judges were seated before the runway.

"Welcome, ladies and gentleponies, to this year's Young Designers Contest!" Myra announced. "We received many applications, and chose those which stood out the most. But as we all know, nothing compares to real life. So we'll be seeing which of the selected designs will stand out most on the runway. The winning designer will be receiving this first place trophy." She held up a trophy with golden wings on the sides and the number 1 engraved on it. "So without further ado, let's get started!"

The audience applauded with approval.

"First up, we have a design from a native Manehattenite, Cross Stitch!" Myra read off the schedule.

A model emerged onto the runway, decked out in Cross's dress. The gleaming accessories caught the eye of many ponies in the audience (although a few struggled not to be blinded by the gleam).

Backstage, Cross was smugly admiring her work, an equally arrogant Suri standing beside her.

"Look at all those rubes." Cross smirked. "They're mesmerized by my glorious outfit."

"This contest is as good as won." Suri said confidently.

Once the model had walked down the runway and back, the time came for the next outfit.

"Next up, we have a design from a charming yong country colt: Pistachio!" Myra announced.

"This is it." Pistachio muttered, as the model wearing his outfit headed for the runway. "I hope the crowd likes it..."

"I'm sure they will." Rarity smiled.

"Still, I think I'll be keeping my hooves crossed." Pistachio said nervously.

The model stepped out onto the runway. Pistachio's design earned some admiring looks from the judges and the audience alike.

"Oh, please." Suri said dismissively. "What kind of cheap design is that? It's even more pathetic than I imagined..."

"What else can you expect from some hick pony from Nowheresville?" Cross scoffed.

Rarity overheard Suri and Cross's cutting remarks. She glowered at them, but said nothing.

'We'll see who has the last laugh...' She frowned.

The contest continued, with entrant's design being shown off in turn (to varied responses from the audience). Eventually, the time came for the judges to make their final decision.

"Here we go." Pistachio cringed, on tenterhooks as the judges deliberated amongst themselves. "Crunch time..."

"Whatever happens, you should be proud that you stuck to your own vision." Rarity comforted him. "Hoping can take that away from you."

"Ugh, come on." Cross groaned. "How long will it possibly take for those idiot judges to see that my design was clearly the best?"

"Now, now." Suri said calmly. "Be patient, my dear protégé. This is the moment you'll be savoring later..."

The young designers received a signal from one of the stagehooves, indicating that the judges had reached their decision, and that it was time for the entrants to step out on stage, ready for the announcement.

"Whatever happens, you should be proud of your work." Rarity whispered to Pistachio as he and the rest of the contestants made their way to the stage.

"Good things come to those who wait." Suri told Cross. "And crushing all these losers is going to feel real good..."

"No doubt." Cross sniggered darkly.

Pistachio, Cross, and the rest of the contestants stepped out onto the runway, lining up side by side.

"The judges have come to a decision." Myra declared. "Today, we saw a lot of impressive designs from many talented young designers. But there can only be one winner."

Cross Stitch smirked widely, preparing to step forward and claim the trophy.

"And that winner is... Pistachio!" Myra announced.

The crowd went wild, cheering and stomping their hooves. Pistachio froze in place for a moment, jaw hanging open.

"I won?" He gaped. "...I won! I won!" He cheered.

Pistachio practically raced over to the judges' table ( passing by Cross, who was frozen in outraged disbelief), and accepted the trophy.

"Thank you!" He gushed. "Thank you so much! I never imagined I'd actually win this, so... Wow!"

"That's our boy!" Oak Nut called.

"We're so proud of you, Pistachio!" Butternut whooped.

Pistachio cringed a little under his parent's overenthusiastic outburst, but it was nowhere enough to diminish his joy. He raised up the trophy in triumph, heralding another hour of cheers from the audience.

Backstage, Rarity was the first to congratulate Pistachio.

"Well done!" She beamed. "I knew you could do it!"

Not so far away, a less pleasant interaction was taking place.

"I can't believe I lost!" Cross Stitch raged as she and Suri walked away. "This is all your fault, 'mentor'!" She snarled at Suri. "Why couldn't you have taught me something useful?!"

"Don't you talk to me like that, protégé!" Suri shot back. "I'm not the one who lost to some country bumpkin!"

"I only lost because of your bad advice!" Cross Stitch snarled. "It's no wonder you made me your protégé; because you couldn't get any glory by yourself!"

"Why, you ungrateful brat!" Suri growled. "You were nothing before I gave you the benefit of my fashion genius!"

"Yeah, right." Cross Stitch sneered. "All that 'genius' didn't benefit me today. It just made me a loser... Like you!"

"How dare you!" Suri spat. "You pitiful excuse for a protégé!"

"You second-rate seamstress!" Cross Stitch shot back.

"Appalling apprentice!" Suri yelled.

"Failed fashionista!" Cross Stitch retorted.

The two kept arguing all the way out of the boutique.

Meanwhile, Pistachio was still reveling in his victory.

"Wow." He gazed at his trophy. "I still can't believe I won."

"Believe it, darling." Rarity smiled. "You earned this, with your own talent, which you expressed in your own way."

"That's our boy." Oak Nut said proudly.

"Consider this your first step on the path to a great fashion career." Rarity declared. "And when the time comes, I would be honored to sell your designs in all my boutiques."

"The honor would be all mine, Rarity." Pistachio beamed. "But I think that day is a little far off. I've still got a lot of work of ahead of me..."

"You take all the time you need." Rarity assured him. "Believe me, you cannot rush success. So you just enjoy today's victory, and wait and see what tomorrow brings."

"I will." Pistachio nodded.

"Speaking of today, how about we celebrate Pistachio's win with dinner at a nice Manehattan restaurant?" Oak Nut suggested.

"Good idea, honey." Butternut agreed. "But I think we need to recommend the best place. Rarity, could you help us?"

"Of course." Rarity smiled. "I have just the establishment in mind. A wonderful little rooftop bistro that a few streets away..."

Rarity led the family out of the boutique, proud at having once again played a part in aiding one of the designers of tomorrow. Especially since that designer was such a good friend.

Behind The Magic

Another semester at the School of Friendship had just come to an end, and Starlight and Trixie had taken advantage of the time off to finally go on the girls' trip to Las Pegasus Trixie had suggested, way back during Starlight's graduation ceremony. Sunburst had agreed to stay behind in Ponyville, keeping an eye on both the school and the Castle of Friendship, while the two best friends enjoyed a weekend of fun and excitement.

"I almost can't believe we're finally here!" Trixie grinned, as their balloon touched down on one of the cloud-based city's landing pads. "The long held dream is now a reality." She leapt out of the balloon in the most dramatic way possible. "Las Pegasus, get ready to meet the Great and Powerful Trixie!"

"You do know we're here to have fun, right?" Starlight snarked, as she also disembarked (far less dramatically).

"Of course." Trixie smirked. "But all the same, it never hurts to get your face out there. You never know what kind of possible adoring fans you'll run into."

Starlight raised an eyebrow.

"Okay, so maybe I always used to dream of making it big here: performing on the biggest stage in the city, wowing hundreds of ponies at least three times a day..." Trixie admitted.

"Talk about dreaming big." Starlight noted. "I just hope being here doesn't give you any second thoughts about your current job."

"Eh, not particularly." Trixie shrugged. "While becoming a guidance counselor wasn't exactly on my list of life goals, it is almost as fulfilling as performing before countless fans."

"Good to know." Starlight rolled her eyes.

"That being said, I won't hesitate to enjoy all the wonders Las Pegasus has to offer." Trixie added, throwing in an excited giggle. "This is going to be so awesome! I can't wait for the fun to start!"

"Okay, relax." Starlight chuckled. "We've got the whole weekend to have fun. But first things first: we need to check into our room."

"Aye-aye, boss." Trixie saluted playfully.

Soon after, Starlight and Trixie were settling into the hotel room they had booked a week before (Trixie having assumed it would be tricky to book one the day they arrived). Starlight had placed her luggage neatly on her bed, while Trixie's belongings were arranged a little more haphazardly over her half of the room.

"There, all settled in." Starlight smiled, using her magic to readjust a towel that was slightly crooked. "Now, where should we go first?"

"How about getting some lunch?" Trixie suggested. "That was one long balloon ride, and with no in-flight snacks..."

"Sure." Starlight nodded. "A little lunch, then we can get started on seeing the sights."

"Great." Trixie smiled. "And going by what I've heard, one of the best restaurants in town is right down the street. Pretty convenient, huh?"

"Sounds good to me." Starlight nodded. "We'll need plenty of energy for the day ahead."

"Just remember not to spend too much on food." Trixie added. "We have a whole weekend to spread our vacation budget out on, remember? Don't wanna waste so much on snacks, do we?"

"Never gonna let that one go, are you?" Starlight pouted playfully, well aware that Trixie was referring to their disastrous trip to Southern Equestria, where she had spent a hefty portion of their travel funds on a falafel.

"Not anytime soon." Trixie chuckled.

"Just don't expect me to go halfsies on the buffet." Starlight joked.

"Duly noted." Trixie winked.

After a hearty lunch, Starlight and Trixie set out to see the sights of Las Pegasus. There were plenty of attractions to be seen, so they paced themselves; they had already agreed to travel around one half of the city on that day, and enjoy the rest tomorrow.

They really hit the ground running, catching an outdoor concert by famous band The Hoofy Blues, and then some stand-up comedy from a humorist troupe.

"That was hilarious!" Trixie chuckled as they departed from the show.

"It was pretty good." Starlight admitted. "And I noticed they have an open mike night on Fridays. Maybe we can bring Maud along next time, and she can show them how it's done."

"Yes, I'm sure her mineral-based comedy routine will blow the audience away." Trixie said half-heartedly.

After watching a spectacular water fountain show in the town square, their next stop was The Awesome Oasis, one of the most popular resorts in the city. As they passed through the double doors, Starlight couldn't help but notice the images of Flim and Flam carved into them. Though she had never met the two, she'd heard enough about them to hope she wasn't going to end up crossing paths with the conniving con artists.

'Wouldn't be much of a vacation if I had to deal with those troublemakers...' She thought warily to herself.

Once inside, Starlight and Trixie took note of all the attractions within, with countless ponies racing between them.

"Now this is what I'm talking about!" Trixie grinned. "Dancing, horseshoe tossing, an indoor rollercoaster... We should have started with this place!"

"Let's start with the rollercoaster." Starlight urged. "When I was a kid, my dad would never let me go on one..."

"Well, looks like you're about to scratch that one off your bucket list." Trixie smiled.

The two unicorn mares joined the line for the coaster. Thankfully, the line wasn't too long at that moment, so they didn't have to endure much of a wait. The ride itself was everything they'd imagined, with speed, curves, rises and drops to give them plenty of excitement.

"YEAAAAHHH!!" Trixie yelled as they zoomed down a steep incline.

"WHOA-HOOOO!" Starlight hollered.

After more ups, downs, and a few corkscrews, the ride returned to its starting point. As they disembarked from the cars, Trixie cheered once more.

"WHOO!" She whooped. "What a rush!"

"And I thought falling off a cloud was a thrill ride." Starlight smiled. "Okay, what next?"

"Two words: dance off!" Trixie raced over to a two-player dancing game.

"Oh, it is so on!" Starlight grinned, following her best friend.

After placing a bit in the machine, they began to dance furiously.

"Nice moves." Starlight complimented Trixie's move. "But not nice enough."

"Wanna bet?" Trixie smirked. "Just wait. The Footloose and Fancy-free Trixie is just getting started!"

"Oh, yeah?" Starlight smirked competively. "Well, so am I..."

Trixie's boast turned out to be right on the money, as she ended up winning the game. But Starlight evened the score by overwhelmingly besting Trixie at the horseshoe toss.

"That was a lucky break." Trixie insisted as they left the arena. "But luck seldom lasts forever."

"Keep telling yourself that." Starlight teased her best friend.

"I don't need to." Trixie countered. "I just need to win the next game."

Suddenly, they heard a chorus of applause coming from a nearby theatre.

"Sounds like quite the show going in there." Starlight mused.

"Sure does." Trixie nodded. "Maybe we should check when the next one's happening, so we can see it for ourselves."

"Sounds like a plan." Starlight nodded. "And we can always ask some of the audience what it was like. You know, kind of like a sneak preview."

"Yeah, if you want to spoil the surprise..." Trixie scoffed.

As they moved closer to the stage, Trixie laid her eyes on a poster advertising the show inside. The poster displayed two stallions. One of the stallions pictured yielded no response from Trixie, but the sight of the other incited a very dramatic response (and not the kind of dramatics she preferred, either).

"You have got to be kidding me." Trixie said, her voice unusually dull.

"What?" Starlight asked, confused.

As they entered the theatre, there, on the stage, were Big Bucks and Jack Pot, the resort's resident magicians, basking in the adulation of the audience they had just amazed with their act.

"Thank you, thank you." Jack Pot bowed.

"You've been such a wonderful audience!" Big Bucks added. "We hope to see you all again!"

"I don't believe it." Trixie froze, a sour expression on her face. "It's him."

"Who?" Starlight frowned.

Trixie didn't answer. Instead, she rushed over to the stage, rudely shoving aside any ponies who happened to be in her way.

"Wait!" Starlight called.

Starlight tried to keep up, but the theatre was still quite packed (and the ponies Trixie had pushed over were sprawled across the floor. Starlight could have used her teleportation to catch up with Trixie,but she didn't want to risk crashing into anypony, so she was forced to negotiate her way through the crowd.

"Excuse me." She sidled by one pony. "Pardon me." She squeezed by another.

Trixie naturally reached the stage first, intercepting Big Bucks and Jack Pot before they could depart for their dressing room.

"Excuse us, miss." Big Bucks said politely. "But the stage is for performers only. I'll happily see you at our next show..."

"I'm not here for you." Trixie said bluntly. "I have something I need to say to him." She pointed to Jack Pot.

"The same rules apply, miss..." Jack Pot started.

"Save it." Trixie cut him. "This has been a long time coming."

At the same time, Starlight finally caught up to Trixie, and, finally getting an up close view of things, quickly took note of the fact that Trixie was facing a pony who looked like an older, male version of herself.

"Whoa." She gaped, floored by the uncanny resemblance between them. "Who put that mirror there?"

"Do I know you, young lady?" Jack Pot frowned.

"No, I suppose you don't." Trixie said coldly. "You didn't stick around long enough to get to know me."

"Excuse me?" Jack Pot asked, totally confused.

"The name is Trixie." Trixie scowled. "I'm your daughter."

"What?" Jack Pot, Big Bucks and Starlight gasped.

"Young lady, I think you're mistaken." Jack Pot laughed nervously.

"I beg to differ." Trixie retorted. "My mother was the reminiscing sort, you see. She often liked to tell me about the wonderful night she met an enchanting travelling magician stallion. I don't suppose you remember her, do you? A young unicorn mare? Yellow mane, orange coat? Went by the name 'Sunflower Spectacle'? Any of this ringing a bell?"

"I, er..." Jack Pot said nervously, eyes darting back and forth. "I've known the company of many charming mares over the years. I can't really be expected to remember every single one-"

"Well, she remembered you." Trixie interrupted. "She never forgot you. In fact, mom always hoped you'd come back some day. She told me all these stories about how you weren't around because you were touring Equestria, wowing audiences with your magic. It all sounded so incredible. It even inspired me to become a great travelling magician, just like you."

"...It did?" Jack Pot frowned.

"I actually imagined I'd run into you while on tour! Typical filly fantasy..." Trixie shook her head in disgust. "After I grew up a little, I ditched that pipe dream. But I kept travelling, putting on my show, because I was still determined to be the greatest unicorn magician in Equestria. Not for you, but for me! Because I was good at it! Good enough that I didn't need anypony's validation, least of all yours!"

Jack Pot stared at Trixie, shaken.

"I, I'm sorry." He apologized. "I didn't know..."

"Of course you didn't." Trixie scoffed. "Because you never bothered to look back. Because my mother never warranted a second thought to you. Love 'em and leave 'em, right? Good thing I didn't take after you in that respect..."

"Perhaps I can make up for it, somehow." Jack Pot said awkwardly.

"Oh, really?" Trixie glared. "And how do you think you can make up for years of absence? With an autographed photo? Some free tickets to your next show?"

"That's not what I had in mind-" Jack Pot spluttered.

"Well, thanks but no thanks!" Trixie snarled. "You just go back to your charmed life. No commitments, no responsibilities... Just the way you like it, right?"

"Trix, maybe you should take a deep, calming breath-" Starlight said nervously.

"Oh, there's no need for that!" Trixie cut her off. "I've already said everything I've ever wanted to say to this sorry excuse for an absentee parent! And now, I would much prefer never having to lay my eyes on him ever again!"

With that, Trixie raced out of the currently empty theatre, leaving Starlight and the admonished Jack Pot in the dust.

"Trixie!" Starlight yelled.

"...Is it true?" Big Bucks asked, having been struck dumb by Trixie's revelations and tirade.

"I think it is." Jack Pot said solemnly. "I know an illusion when I see one, and that was no illusion. She meant every word of what she said. I could see it in her eyes."

"She never said a word to me about her family." Starlight noted. "Guess now I know why..."

"You're her friend, aren't you?" Jack Pot asked.

"Best friend." Starlight clarified.

"Is she... doing okay?" Jack Pot asked. "With her life, I mean? Not... Not having a, a father... It didn't hurt her chances, did it?"

"Actually, Trixie has accomplished quite a lot in her time." Starlight pointed out. "And I'm not just talking about magic She helped save all of Equestria, and she's become a great guidance counselor for the one and only School of Friendship."

"Really? That is... quite impressive." Jack Pot admitted. "Amazing, in fact. She sounds like an incredible young mare."

"Oh, she is." Starlight nodded. "One I'm proud to call my best friend."

"I... I honestly didn't know she even existed." Jack Pot said weakly. "If I did, then maybe..."

"That doesn't matter right now." Starlight declared. "Trust me when I say you can't change the past. You can only make a better present."

"That I would like to do." Jack Pot admitted solemnly. "I want to at least try and make this fight."

"So do I." Starlight nodded. "If I can meet you in your dressing room a little later, I think I can we can all try and make this right."

"Of course." Jack Pot agreed. "Big Bucks, let it be known that our next show will be postponed."

"Will do, pal." Big Bucks nodded.

"Thanks." Starlight smiled. "I'll be back as soon as I can."

Starlight teleported off the stage at the same time as Big Bucks left the theatre, leaving a regretful Jack Pot behind.

There was only one place Starlight could think of to look for Trixie: their hotel room. She opened the door to find Trixie angrily putting her luggage back into its suitcase.

"... Whatchya doin', Trix?" Starlight asked, trying to be as friendly as possible.

"What does it look like?" Trixie snapped. "I'm packing."

"What?" Starlight frowned. "We only just got here. What about our girls' trip?"

"It turned out to be a big mistake." Trixie snarled. "If I'd known he would be here, I would never have suggested this trip in the first place." She slammed her now-full suitcase shut. "Now I just want to get as much distance between him and me as possible!"

"Trixie, I think you should try calming down." Starlight said awkwardly.

"I am calm!" Trixie yelled.

"Clearly." Starlight said sarcastically. "But maybe you could try going back and talking to Jack Pot."

"I have nothing more to say to him." Trixie snarled.

"Come on, Trix." Starlight urged. "Despite everything, he's still your father."

"In name only." Trixie scoffed.

"He seemed really broken up about what you said." Starlight pointed out.

"Well, he should be!" Trixie spat. "After what he did, it's the least he deserves! I can only hope I never see him again!"

"I know you have good reason to resent him." Starlight admitted. "But you shouldn't let that resentment blind you."

"Excuse me?!" Trixie growled.

"This is an opportunity for you to get to know the father you never met." Starlight pointed out. "And maybe you shouldn't be so quick to throw that aside out of anger over the past."

"Who are you to judge me?" Trixie glared. "That stallion was never there for me. I grew up without ever knowing what it meant to have a father. You have no idea what that's like, so where do you get off lecturing me?!"

Starlight scowled for a moment, angered by Trixie's accusation. She took a deep, calming breath, then spoke again.

"You're right." She admitted. "I don't know what it's like to grow up without a father. In fact, I pretty much had the opposite problem. When I was a kid, my dad would practically smother me with affection. It got so bad that I spent most of my adult life avoiding going back home, because I knew dad would still treat me like I was a little foal, pinching my cheeks, calling me kiddy names..."

"Oh, that sounds terrible." Trixie said sarcastically. "How did you ever survive?"

"My point is, even with all of that, I was still lucky to have a dad in my life." Starlight smiled. "And right now, you have a chance to have your dad finally become a part of your life. To forge a meaningful connection with him. To gain something you could only imagine having before. Do you really want to pass that up?"

Trixie wanted to say "No", but Starlight had that familiar look in her eyes.

"I guess not." She sighed.

"So...?" Starlight prompted.

"...So, I guess I should go and have a talk with him." Trixie said grudgingly.

"That's the spirit." Starlight nodded encouragingly.

"You may be a headmare now, but those old guidance counselor skills are still as sharp as ever." Trixie noted. "I should be taking notes."

"Some skills, you never forget." Starlight grinned. "So... Ready to do this?" She offered Trixie her hoof.

"As I'll ever be." Trixie reluctantly took Starlight's hoof.

"Great." Starlight smiled, her horn lighting up.

The two teleported out of the hotel room, and reappeared outside Jack Pot and Big Bucks' dressing room. Starlight opened the door, revealing Jack Pot waiting inside.

"Hello." He smiled weakly.

"Hello." Trixie said bluntly.

"Okay, good start." Starlight said encouragingly. "Now, let's try to get a little dialogue going..."

"Trixie... I'm sorry." Jack Pot apologised. "I'm sorry I wasn't there for you. I'm sorry I never got to know you, or... Be a father to you."

"Are you also sorry about leaving my mother in the lurch?" Trixie demanded.

"Yes." Jack Pot sighed. "On reflection, I do remember your mother. From what I recall, she was quite the spellbinding young mare. Caught my eye quite easily. I put on the charm, dazzled her with some of my best tricks, and we had quite a night together..."

"And you ran out on her the morning after." Trixie scowled. "Without so much as a goodbye."

"I did." Jack Pot couldn't look her in the eye. "It was a terrible thing to do, I admit it. Back then, all I could think about was myself, and my career. Staying in one place didn't really appeal to me. There was always the next performance, the next town over the horizon, the next crowd of adoring fans..."

"I... Kind of know what's that like." Trixie admitted, unable to deny the regret in his voice.

"And since I was still a travelling magician back then, your mother had no way of contacting me." Jack Pot pointed. "So I had no way of knowing she'd had my foal. That I had a daughter out there, growing up without her father."

"And your tours never brought you back to our village?" Trixie inquired, the accusatory tone returning to her voice.

"My town-town tours didn't last that much longer afterwards." Jack Pot revealed. "I happened to meet Big Bucks a few months later. Upon realising how well our respective skills complimented each other, we decided to work together. And our bigger, better act allowed us to book bigger, better venues, until finally, we hit it big here. I'm afraid fame kept me from looking back..."

"I see." Trixie nodded slightly.

"I truly am sorry, Trixie." Jack Pot sighed. "I know there's no excuse for my actions, and I don't blame you for resenting me. There's no way I can possibly make up for those years I wasn't there for you. But I'd like to try. I'd like to get to know you. I know I don't deserve it, but can I please have that chance?"

Trixie looked at Jack Pot, at his face so full of regret and desire for atonement.

"...I suppose we can give it a shot." She nodded. "I always used to wonder what the big deal was about having a dad. Guess now I have a chance to find out." She joked.

"Thank you." Jack Pot smiled gratefully. "i promise I won't make you regret this."

Father and daughter gave each other an awkward hug. Starlight smiled widely, wiping the tears from her eyes.

"So... Your friend here tells me you're a guidance counselor at the moment?" Jack Pot asked.

"Mostly, yes." Trixie nodded. "But I still put on my own magic shows on weekends and school holidays."

"You do?" Jack Pot smiled.

"That's right." Trixie grinned. "I can still astound thousands of ponies with my incomparable illusionary skills!"

Starlight rolled her eyes at Trixie's exaggeration, but chose not to comment and possibly ruin what was shaping up to be a wonderful father/daughter bonding moment.

"That's great to hear." Jack Pot chuckled. "A regular chip off the old wand. I don't suppose I could see a demonstration?"

"I didn't really pack my stage props..." Trixie admitted. "But I always have a few tricks ready to go. For example..."

Trixie picked up a nearby pamphlet for the casino. Her horn lit up, and the pamphlet disappeared in a flash of magic. It then reappeared on the table, folded into the shape of a swan.

"Ooh, impressive!" Jack Pot smiled.

"If you liked that, you'll love this..." Trixie grinned.

With a zap of magic, Trixie turned the swan into a teacup.

"Wonderful! Wonderful!" Jack Pot clapped his hooves. "If there were any doubt left, this definitely proves you're my daughter. Only the blood of my blood could possess such raw magical talent!"

"Thank you, thank you." Trixie bowed.

"Maybe you could join our show sometime." Jack Pot suggested.

"Only if my Great and Powerful Assistant, and understanding, encouraging best friend, can be a part of the show too." Trixie hugged Starlight.

"I'm sure we can work something out." Jack Pot smiled. "But for the moment, maybe you could stick around and watch our next show?"

"Maybe we will." Trixie nodded. "It wouldn't hurt to see what kind of tricks you've got up your sleeve, old timer."

"Oh, I think this old timer may surprise you..." Jack Pot smirked, passing two tickets to his and Big Bucks' next show to Trixie.

In due time, Jack Pot and Big Bucks' next show began, with Trixie and Starlight in the front row. Jack and Big Bucks arrived on stage in a burst of smoke and sparks.

"Good entrance." Trixie mused.

"Remind you of anypony?" Starlight grinned.

"Welcome, ladies and gentelcolts, to our show of wonders!" Jack Pot announced.

"Be prepared to be amazed and astounded!" Big Bucks added.

"I'll be the judge of what's 'amazing' and 'astounding'..." Trixie declared.

Jack Pot and Big Bucks began their show with earnest. With one very special guest in the audience, they pulled out all the stops, showing off their best tricks (including their signature water escape illusion), all for Trixie's benefit.

Trixie watched every trick and illusion with a discerning eye and an unreadable expression. Even Starlight couldn't guess what she was thinking.

'This is going to be interesting...' Starlight mused.

After the show, Trixie and Starlight made their way backstage, where Jack Pot was waiting (Big Bucks saying goodbye to the audience).

"...So?" Jack Pot asked Trixie nervously. "What did you think?"

"Hmmm. It was..." Trixie kept up her passive expression for a moment... before breaking into a smile. "Incredible! Amazing! Stupendous!"

"That goes double for me." Starlight added.

"You really think so?" Jack Pot grinned.

"Definitely." Trixie smiled.

"Not bad for a couple of 'old timers', huh?" Jack Pot smirked.

"Not bad at all... dad." Trixie smiled.

"That's going to take some getting used to..." Jack Pot admitted. "We can stay in touch, right?"

"Of course." Trixie nodded. "Just tell the mailmare to bring your letters to the big crystal castle in Ponyville."

"A castle." Jack Pot chuckled. "You really have been doing well for yourself."

"Guess I have." Trixie admitted.

"...Can you do me a favor?" Jack Pot asked. "The next time you write to your mother, could you tell her... I'm sorry. And that she did a wonderful job raising you."

"...I will." Trixie nodded, her eyes watering. She wiped her eyes, and smiled. "And the next time we're in Las Pegasus, I might just take you up on that offer to team up. I'm cure I can teach you older timers some new tricks."

"I'm sure you will." Jack Pot chuckled, sharing one last hug with the daughter he'd never known.

Starlight simply observed the heartwarming moment, holding her hoof against her chest.

Starlight and Trixie departed from the resort soon after, their spirits high.

"Guess our girls' trip turned out to be more exciting than we thought." Starlight noted.

"You can say that again." Trixie chuckled. "Can't wait to see what happens tomorrow."

"So we're staying the whole weekend?" Starlight smiled knowingly. "Not checking out early, and losing our deposit on the hotel room?"

"You better believe it." Trixie nodded. "It would be cruel to deprive Las Pegasus of the Great and Powerful Trixie so soon, would it not?"

"No argument here." Starlight chuckled.

As the two mares returned to their weekend of fun, Starlight couldn't help but think of her own father, and how their own relationship had been strengthened not so long ago.

'As soon as I get back, I'm gonna write dad a letter...' She promised herself.

Roundtable Discussion

Canterlot castle was abuzz with activity. The Royal Guard and other servants were hard at work, making the final preparations to receive some very special arrivals. Inside the throne room, Twilight and Spike were seated, eagerly awaiting for the word from one of the servants that their visitors had arrived.

"This is it, Spike." Twilight remarked. "The first real step in my work as the new Princess of Equestria."

"No pressure, right?" Spike joked.

"I've placed more pressure on myself for far less." Twilight pointed out. "And if this goes half as well as it could, it'll be a win for all of us."

At that moment, one of the guards entered the throne room, a Pegasus with an opal coat and teal eyes.

"Your majesty, the guests have arrived." He announced.

"Thank you, Stalwart." Twilight smiled. "We'll be right there."

"Very good, your majesty." Stalwart bowed.

As Stalwart departed, Twilight stood up.

"Ready to help, Royal Advisor?" She asked Spike.

"Always." Spike nodded.

The two followed Stalwart out of the throne room, and moved down to the courtyard. There, they were met by Grandpa Gruff, Prince Rutherford, Dragon Lord Ember, Thorax, Queen Novo, and Rain Shine.

The six of them had arrived at Twilight's request to have an open discussion about the bonds between their lands and Equestria might be strenghtened. Most of them looked eager to be there, but not all: Grandpa Gruff looked as sour as ever, while Queen Novo was casting an odd look at Thorax, who didn't seem to have noticed.

"Thank you all for coming." Twilight greeted them formally. "I'm so glad you could all find the time to join us."

At Twilight's side, Spike waved at Ember and Thorax. Ember smiled and nodded, while Thorax waved back.

"Yeah, yeah." Grandpa Gruff wheezed. "You gonna invite us in or what? Didn't come all the way from Griffonstone just to stand out in the cold!"

"What wrong with cold?" Prince Rutherford frowned. "Yaks no mind little chill."

"'Course you walking fur coats don't mind the chill." Grandpa Gruff scoffed. "Yer not molting!" He coughed violently, shaking loose a few feathers.

"At least you don't have to worry about running into trees that give you a sneezing fit." Ember deadpanned.

"Please, come in." Twilight offered. "The conference room is all ready for you."

"Lead the way, Princess Twilight." Thorax smiled.

The six leaders followed Twilight inside, traversing the castle corridors until they reached a certain room. Inside was a large round table, with enough seats for all of them.

"Please, take a seat." Twilight prompted.

Everycreature sat down, Spike naturally sitting next to Twilight.

"Now we can begin." Twilight smiled. "First of all, I'd like to thank Rain Shine, leader of the Kirin, for deigning to join us. After so many years in isolation, I can understand how difficult it must have been to make that choice."

"Thank you, your majesty." Rain Shine said respectfully. "But honestly, it's the least I can do after two of your friends helped we Kirin to take back our voices."

The other leaders shared confused glances.

"Say that again?" Queen Novo frowned.

"It's a long story." Rain Shine said awkwardly. "Best saved for another time, I think..." She turned to Twilight. "You were saying, Princess."

"Of course." Twilight nodded. "As you all know, I recently ascended to the throne of Equestria. But despite my new position, I am still the Princess of Friendship. And as such, I believe that it is more important than ever for Equestria to keep strengthening ties with its friends. Which is why I called you all here. I would like for us all to discuss the means by which our nations can be brought closer together."

"Means, pony say?" Prince Rutherford mused.

"That's right." Twilight nodded. "I already have a few ideas, but I'm more than happy to take suggestions."

"What kind of ideas?" Ember asked.

"Well, I thought we'd start with the basics." Twilight announced. Spike handed her a sizeable scroll, and she began to read from it. "For example, I was thinking of increased import and export between our nations, cultural exchanges, the construction of new rail lines into the Dragon Lands, the Changeling territory, Yakyakistan, and possibly even Griffonstone..."

"Sounds expensive." Grandpa Gruff said dismissively. "Hope you're not expecting us to foot the bill!"

"I wouldn't dream of it." Twilight declared. "In fact, I was considering the opposite."

"The opposite?" Thorax asked.

"I was planning on offering relief funds and assistance to those of you need it." Twilight clarified. "I know Griffonstone isn't exactly in its best shape right now, and that Mt. Aris is still building itself back up after the Hippogriffs were forced to hide from the Storm King-"

"Now hang on just a flappin' second!" Grandpa Gruff scowled. "The Griffons aren't some charity case! We may not have much money, but we still have our pride, our dignity!"

"I didn't mean to insult you-" Twilight started.

"Well, you did." Grandpa Gruff scoffed. "You think we Griffons can't get by without help?"

"What wrong with getting help?" Prince Rutherford asked. "When yaks need help, they expect friends to give help."

"We don't need any help!" Grandpa Gruff said stubbornly.

"I understand if you don't want to accept the favor." Twilight admitted. "We have no intention of forcing anything on anycreature. These are all just offers, to be taken or left as you see fit."

"Good." Grandpa Gruff growled, satisfied.

"Maybe we should move on to the next item of discussion." Thorax suggested, a little unnerved by the sudden disagreement.

"Right." Twilight nodded. "I have some thoughts regarding greater integration between our societies: joint projects, unity treaties, and possibly even the enrollment of new students for the School of Friendship's new semester."

"Yaks happy to enroll new yak students in friendship school!" Prince Rutherford announced. "Yona make school better, so more yaks make it even better! Yak math!"

"Right." Grandpa Gruff sneered. "Like throwing in a bunch more smelly hairballs makes every place great..."

"Yaks proud of of hair and smell!" Prince Rutherford shot back. "Those what make yaks yaks!"

"Okay, let's try and get back on-topic." Twilight suggested, eager to defuse the situation. "Does anycreature have any suggestions, or requests?"

"As long as you're asking, how about getting rid of those Dragonsneeze trees down the street?" Ember requested. "If integration's what you're after, it might help if every dragon who visited Canterlot didn't run the risk of burning down the place..."

"I second that." Spike grinned.

"...Good note." Twilight admitted. "I'll have a talk with the city landscapers, see if they can't rid of those trees as soon as possible."

"Great." Ember smiled.

"I was thinking that maybe you could share with the Changelings some of your Royal Guards' techniques." Thorax spoke up. "My brother Pharynx is already helping the hive to toughen up so we can defend ourselves against threats, but it wouldn't hurt to have a little extra assistance from our neighbors."

"I'll definitely look into that." Twilight pledged. "The Guards have many routines and defensive maneuvers I think could easily be adapted by the Changelings.

"Thank you, Princess." Thorax smiled. "The hive is always ready to accept help, but being able to stand strong by ourselves is important, too. Our friends have already done so much for us, and I don't want the Changelings to become too dependent on outside assistance." He chuckled wryly. "And I know Pharynx wouldn't like that, either."

"As long as you know we're there for you when you need us." Twilight nodded. "And if any of the hive like what they learn, they're always welcome to enroll in the Royal Guard's ranks."

"I'll be sure to let them know that." Thorax smiled. "I know a few who'd look pretty good in gold..."

"Heh." Grandpa Gruff scoffed. "You'd never see a Griffon decked out in that gaudy armor, mark my words..."

"What wrong with armor?" Prince Rutherford frowned. "Great yak warriors all wear armor!"

"Again with how 'great' yaks are." Grandpa Gruff rolled his eyes. "Is that the only thing you hairballs can talk about: yourselves?"

"Yaks proud of being yaks." Prince Rutherford retorted. "So why should yaks not say it?"

"How about we try and stay on-topic?" Thorax said awkwardly. "We could start with one or two techniques, and see how it goes..."

"If you ask me, all this talk of combat training is sounding a little suspicious." Queen Novo glared at Thorax.

"W-what are you talking about?" Thorax asked nervously, finally aware of the odd look Queen Novo had giving him.

"Don't think I haven't done my homework on everycreature here." Queen Novo remarked. "I know all about what the Changelings used to be: marauders, who went from place to place, trying to attack and conquer. Sounds a little too much like the Storm Guard for my tastes..."

"But we're not like that anymore." Thorax insisted. "That's all in the past. We've embraced a whole new way of life, all thanks to our pony friends."

"The whole species just up and changed?" Queen Novo said skeptically. "Just like that?"

"Well, there were a few holdouts who wanted to stick to the old ways..." Thorax admitted. "But they were all convinced to accept the new ways sooner or later."

"How convenient." Queen Novo scoffed.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Thorax frowned.

"Oh, nothing." Queen Novo said sarcastically. "Just that it's pretty suspect for a whole species to change overnight."

"You think we're just pretending?" Thorax gaped. "That's ridiculous!"

"Is it?" Queen Novo sneered. "Or are you just waiting for us all to let our guard down, so you can strike?"

"Back off, Queenie." Ember stepped up to defend Thorax. "I know Thorax, and he's nothing like that."

"Thank you, Ember." Thorax smiled.

"He's way too big of a softie to try anything like that." Ember declared.

"Gee, thanks..." Thorax sighed.

"And you're sure of that?" Rain Shine butted in. "Even up in the Peaks of Peril, we Kirin have also heard tales of the Changelings of old. How they resorted to underhanded tactics to get what they wanted. Subterfuge and deception, hiding in plain sight..."

"A very good point." Queen Novo smirked. "I like the way you think."

"Like the two of you can really talk." Ember said dismissively.

".... What's that supposed to mean?" Queen Novo frowned.

"Oh, please." Ember sneered. "You both had your species hide away for years, like cowards."

"Cowards?!" Queen Novo snarled.

"It's hardly our fault the Peaks of Peril are so out of the way!" Rain Shine glowered.

"And you never decided to drop by the neighbors for a visit?" Ember jabbed. "Yeah, that's real friendly..."

"W-we had our reasons!" Rain Shine retorted, a small wisp of flame coming into being above her mane.

"What's wrong with your mane?" Thorax asked nervously.

"Oh, er... Kirins turn into fiery creatures called Nirik when they get really angry." Spike admitted awkwardly.

"And you didn't think that was something you should've shared with the rest of us before you invited her?!" Grandpa Gruff said indignantly.

"For once, yak agree with Griffon." Prince Rutherford declared, moving away from Rain Shine. "Yak fur full and silky, but also very flammable..."

"You have nothing to fear at the moment." Rain Shine insisted. "I have my temper under control... As long as nocreature provokes me further." She glared at Ember.

"Is that a threat?" Ember growled. "Because it's not a very good one. Dragons are fireproof! Or did you miss that little fact while you were hiding?"

"We were not hiding!" Rain Shine snarled, her mane flaring up again.

"Easy, easy!" Thorax tried to diffuse the situation.

"Playing peacemaker?" Queen Novo sneered. "Not buying it, pal!"

"Okay!" Twilight said a little more loudly then she'd intended. "I think this may be a good time for us to take a short break."

"Fine with me." Grandpa Gruff cast a disgusted glance at Prince Rutherford. "I could use some fresh air!"

"And yak could use break from all of Griffon's hot air!" Prince Rutherford retorted.

"I could do with a little less accusatory stares!" Thorax snarled in Queen Novo's direction.

"Too close to the truth, right?" Queen Novo sneered.

"What part of 'back off' don't you understand, fishface?" Ember glowered at Queen Novo.

"I'm starting to miss the solitude of the Peaks of Peril more and more..." Rain Shine muttered.

Everycreature marched out of the room, keeping their distance from each other. Twilight and Spike followed soon after, stepping out into the courtyard.

"That didn't go as well as I'd hoped." Twilight frowned.

"Yeah, things got pretty heated." Spike agreed.

"I knew there would be some bumps in the road, but still..." Twilight sighed. "I brought them here so we could all grow closer together, but instead, they're acting like they're ready to tear each other apart!"

"Easy, Twi." Spike attempted to calm her. "Like you said, these are just bumps in the road-"

"More like an entire mountain range..." Twilight groaned. "I need to find some way to get everycreature back on the same page, but that's easier said than done..."

"You'll figure it out." Spike assured her. "Princess of Friendship, remember?"

"Thanks for the vote of confidence." Twilight said gratefully. "But it'll take more than confidence to bring those six back together."

"Too bad there isn't another bunch of villains threatening Equestria right now." Spike joked. "They didn't have any problems working together the last time."

Twilight's eyes widened in realisation.

"Spike, that's it!" She beamed.

"...It is?" Spike frowned in confusion. "Okay, but I have no idea where we're going to find a bunch of villains at this hour..."

"Not that." Twilight chuckled. "We just need to remind them of how strong we can be when we all work together toward a common goal."

"That's the Twilight I know and love." Spike gave her a thumbs up.

"And that's is why I made you my royal advisor." Twilight smiled. "You always know just what to say to help me get back on track, to remind me to believe in myself, and in my mission."

"Hey, it's what I do." Spike said humbly. "Even when I don't know I'm doing it..."

"And now it's time for me to do what I do: Bring everycreature closer together.." Twilight said boldly. "Ready to help?"

"Always." Spike nodded.

The Princess and her Royal Advisor returned to the conference room. The other leaders had also chosen to return, but the mood between them all was decidely sour.

"I'm glad you all chose to come back." Twilight declared.

"Yak only come back for Princess pony's sake." Prince Rutherford said bluntly. "Ponies have always been good friends to yaks." He glared at Grandpa Gruff. "Not like Griffons!"

"And I'm still here because I want to hear these offers you've got for me." Grandpa Gruff pointedly looked away from the yak prince.

"Somecreature's got to keep an eye on things." Queen Novo remarked, giving Thorax another dirty look.

"Whatever you think of me, it isn't true!" Thorax glared back.

"I was just about to say that to this one." Rain Shine glared at Ember.

"Whatever, little miss temper tantrum." Ember scowled.

"I know we all have our differences." Twilight admitted. "And sometimes, differences can drive us apart if we let them. But those same differences can also bring us together, by embracing what's unique about each of us, taking the best examples so we can all become better."

The majority of leaders looked skeptical.

"I won't deny that things aren't exactly at their best right now." Twilight continued. "But I know we can all work together to achieve great things, because it's been done before. It wasn't so long ago that all your races stood together with the ponies to help defeat Chrysalis, Tirek and Cozy Glow. On that day, you all put aside your differences for the greater good."

"...My niece made a compelling argument." Queen Novo shrugged.

"So did Ocellus." Thorax added.

"Smolder really struck a chord with the other dragons." Ember smiled proudly. "As a whole, the species were never big on helping, but she got through to them. I didn't even have to use my authority as Dragon Lord to order them to help!"

"Yona talk good too." Prince Rutherford declared. "Show yaks we all stronger together."

The others glanced at Grandpa Gruff.

"...Eh, Gallus did okay too, I guess." He said flatly. "Maybe that school of yours is doing something right after all..."

"I know it's done wonders for Ocellus." Thorax smiled. "She's really come out of her shell since she started attending."

"Silverstream always raves about your school when she's home." Queen Novo noted fondly. "And her friends. Like the Changeling. She talks about how this Ocellus is always willing to help her with her schoolwork..." Her face fell, as she started to regret her earlier treatment of Thorax.

"Yona is same." Prince Rutherford grinned. "She always talk about friends. How Changeling smart, Hippogriff fun, Griffon clever, dragon tough, pony kind... All different creatures, but no less important to Yona. Yaks may be best, but way Yona talk about friends make yak think other creatures very nearly as good... even Griffons." He added reluctantly.

"That's one of the reasons the School of Friendship exists: so that everycreature can learn to see the best of each other." Twilight smiled.

"This school of yours sounds like quite the institution." Rain Shine noted. "Perhaps I will see my way clear to enrolling one of my Kirin next semester..."

"And that Kirin would be more than welcome." Twilight assured her. "Just as all creatures will be welcome in Equestria under my rule. We may be different on the outside, but inside, I think we're more similar than dissimilar. We all want the same thing: to do what's best for our subjects. That's why all of you are here, because you want to make things better for them. And the best chance we all have of making that a reality is by working together. By putting aside our differences, and connecting over our common goals."

The leaders shared unsure looks.

"I know some of you don't know each other that well." Twilight acknowledged. "And that there are some amongst you that even I don't know that well. But if we're all willing to take the time to get to know each other better, even work with each other, there may be no limit to what we can achieve."

The leaders were silent for a moment.

"The world is so much bigger than the Kirin ever imagined." Rain Shine admitted. "So much has changed from what we remember of our last few interactions with the outside. I suppose I did find that somewhat daunting. But perhaps it doesn't have to be. Perhaps it is time for the Kirin to venture out into the world, and learn more about our neighbors..." She smiled in Ember's direction. "...Even if they're not all fireproof."

"Good call." Ember smirked.

"Maybe I judged you a little too quickly." Queen Novo admitted to Thorax. "If your hive can produce somecreature Silverstream thinks is good enough to be her friend, then you might not as bad as I thought."

"Thanks." Thorax smiled. "We Changelings do have quite the checkered past, but we're doing everything we can to work toward a brighter future. And part of that future involves working with our neighbors and making new friendships. I hope that one day, the Changelings can consider you and the Hippogriffs friends."

"How about we make that day today?" Queen Novo offered her claw.

"Glad to." Thorax smiled, giving her his hoof to shake.

Grandpa Gruff rolled his eyes at the show of friendliness before him. He then realised Prince Rutherford was looking at him.

"What?" He scowled. "You're not expecting me to get all mushy, are ya? Griffons don't do mushy!"

"Yaks not do mushy either." Prince Rutherford admitted. "There lot about Griffon yak don't like, but yak can respect Griffon's pride. Yaks proud too, so yaks can be proud to know those who are also proud. Griffon be proud of being proud!"

"Well, I'll be." Grandpa Gruff smirked. "That's the first time you've complimented anycreature other than yaks."

"It rare, but not unheard of." Prince Rutherford joked. "First, creatures have to earn yak's respect. And Griffon has."

"A little recognition at last." Grandpa Gruff grinned. "I can appreciate that."

Twilight had to struggle to hold in her joy at seeing the leaders getting along.

"As good as it to see you finding common ground, we really should get back to the discussion." She announced. "Does anycreature have a request?"

"I believe something was said earlier of cultural exchange." Rain Shine recalled. "I believe the Kirin would benefit from learning as much about our neighbors as possible. And we would be more than happy to share our own traditions with everycreature here."

"Equestria would be happy to accomodate you." Twilight smiled. "What about the rest of you?"

"The Changelings would be honored." Thorax nodded.

"Ditto for the Hippogriffs." Queen Nove added.

"Dragons don't have that much of a culture, but we'll share what we can." Ember agreed.

"Yaks glad to share what make yaks best!" Prince Rutherford cheered.

"Eh, why not?" Grandpa Gruff shrugged. "Hardly seems fair for the Griffons to miss out on this..."

"Thank you all." Rain Shine smiled. "The Kirin will not forget this kindness. We will be certain to return it at any opportunity."

Twilight wiped a tear of happiness from her eye.

'The Magic of Friendship in action.' She thought proudly. 'I never get tired of seeing it...'

Some time later, the six leaders departed from the castle. Maybe agreements had been made, and offers accepted, and while there would be more to do in future, for now, they were satisified.

"Way to go, Twilight." Spike grinned, flying by Twilight's side as they waved off their guests. "I know you could do it."

"With the help of my trusted Royal Advisor." Twilight smiled, hugging him.

"You know it." Spike chuckled. "Guess we can call this a 'win', after all, huh?"

"Hopefully, the first of many." Twilight said optimistically. "As long as we have our friends, we'll one day be able to make not just Equestria, but the whole world, a better place."

"No pressure, right?" Spike joked.

"Come on, Royal Advisor." Twilight chuckled. "Time for a well-deserved dinner."

"You read my mind." Spike nodded happily.

The two went back inside the castle, exhausted yet elated. Their work had only just begun, but it was a very promising beginning that had been made that day, one that they and Twilight's fellow leaders would build upon in the weeks, months, and years to come...

A Sky-High Rivalry

A few miles away from Applewood, the Wonderbolts were performing before a stadium of cheering fans. Spitfire was naturally at the lead, followed by Soarin and Fleetfoot. Rainbow Dash had her place in the formation, and as usual, was giving 110%.

"Alright 'Bolts, big finish!" Spitfire declared.

"Right behind ya, Cap!" Soarin nodded.

"Let's give 'em something to remember!" Rainbow whooped.

As one, the Wonderbolts flew upwards in a corkscrew move, then dropped down to the ground, turning just a few feet above it, and flew straight forward across the field. They rose up into the air once again, this time splitting up and ascending in different directions. Using their cloud trails, they drew the Wonderbolt symbol, then they united in formation once more, bursting through the symbol in a blaze of lightning (and one rainbow trail).

The crowd cheered wildly, stomping their hooves in approval.

"You hear that, team?" Spitfire grinned.

"Oh, yeah." Fleetfoot grinned.

"Best sound in the world." Rainbow nodded.

Soon after, the Wonderbolts were making their way back to Cloudsdale.

"Great show, 'Bolts." Spitfire congratulated her team.

"Just like always." Fleetfoot smirked.

"...Did anypony else notice that the crowd was a little smaller than usual?" Soarin asked. "We usually play to a packed stadium..."

"You worry too much, Clipper." Misty Fly rolled her eyes.

"We can't expect to sell out every performance." Spitfire pointed out.

"Maybe the local ponies just had some tight schedules this week." Rainbow suggested. "It's not like there's some other thing they'd wanna see more..."

Just then, two Pegasi sped through Rainbow's flight path.

"Hey, watch it!" Rainbow yelled.

"Sorry!" One of the Pegasi apologised. "Kind of in a rush here!"

"Come on, move it!" His companion urged. "The show's about to start!"

The Pegasi flew downward to ground level, where several other ponies were lining up before a ticket stand Just up ahead, a set of bleachers had been arranged.

"Looks like we just found the something ponies wanna see more." Fleetfoot noted.

"Must be quite a show." Soarin declared. "Whattaya say, boss? Can we check it out?"

"Eh, why not?" Spitfire smiled. "We've got some spare time before we're due back at HQ. And I think we've earned a little downtime."

"Sweet." Soarin chuckled.

The Wonderbolts descended down to the ground. As they did, Rainbow couldn't help but feel an odd sense of déjà vu from the surroundings.

"Nice setup." High Winds mused, looking around. "Tickets, concession stands... And is that a merchandise booth over there?"

"Kind of like looking at one of our own shows." Fleetfoot mused. "Only weirder."

"Yeah..." Rainbow frowned, noticing a unnervingly familiar color scheme among the merchandise.

"Must be some kinda show to draw in so many ponies." Spitfire acknowledged.

"I think I know what kind of show it is..." Rainbow said darkly.

"What's with you, Crash?" Misty Fly frowned. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

"More like something way worse." Rainbow said flatly.

"Well, well." A voice that Rainbow had hoped not to hear for a long time filled the air. "Isn't this an unexpected surprise?"

As one, the Wonderbolts turned to see the Washouts approaching them: Rolling Thunder, Short Fuse and in the lead, Lightning Dust, all wearing their signature black and green uniforms.

"Lightning Dust." Rainbow Dash said through gritted teeth. "Had a feeling this was your show..."

"Hey, Dash." Lightning Dust said through a false smile. "Been a while, huh?"

"Yeah." Rainbow smirked. "Last time we saw each other, you were getting carried away into the sky by your own stunt rocket. How'd that end up working out for ya?"

"Got a couple of bruises from that one." Lightning Dust admitted. "But you should know by now that nothing keeps me down for long."

"A pony can dream..." Rainbow scoffed.

"So these are the Washouts Dash has been telling us about." Spitfire appraised.

"You mean the rejects who decided to risk their lives doing crazy stunts for Bits?" Soarin smirked.

"Not as impressive as I thought they'd be." Surprise admitted.

"Me neither." High Winds agreed. "And I didn't think they'd be impressive at all..."

"Nice outfits." Fleetfoot smirked. "Do they glow in the dark?"

"YOU THINK YOU'RE BETTER THAN US?!!" Short Fuse erupted with rage. "WELL, DO YA?!"

"Still got that temper on you, I see?" Spitfire noted, unshaken by Short Fuse's outburst. "You should try yoga sometime. It's great for calming a pony down."

"I AM CALM!!" Short Fuse screeched.

"So you're still finding ponies to watch you doing those way too dangerous stunts?" Rainbow glared.

"Don't act so surprised." Lightning Dust smirked. "Ponies these days expect to see a little more action in the skies. And thanks to our new friend, we've been taking things up a notch lately."

"New friend?" Misty Fly narrowed her eyes. "Who'd be dumb enough to throw their lot in with you thrillseekers?"

"That's be me." Another familiar voice announced.

To the Wonderbolts' surprise, a middle-aged Pegasus stallion joined the Washouts, one they all recognised.

"Wind Rider?" Rainbow gaped.

"What are you doing here?" Spitfire glared.

"Well, after that unfortunate incident in Canterlot, I spent a while traveling around Equestria, trying to find a new livelihood." Wind Rider replied spurly. "A few months back, I ran into these three putting on their show, and rakin' in the Bits. I got to talking with them after, and we learned that we had something in common: namely, being unfairly kicked out of the Wonderbolts."

"'Unfairly'?!" Rainbow growled. "You tried to get me kicked out of the Reserves!"

"Details, details." Wind Rider shrugged. "Anyway, since I had nothing but free time on my hooves, I offered them my services as a trainer/agent."

"And thanks to him, we're pulling off bigger routines, and gettin' bigger crowds than ever." Lightning Dust smirked. "But you already knew that, didn't you?"

"Saw the size of the line as you dropped in, didn't ya?" Rolling Thunder taunted the Wonderbolts.

"So trying to frame one of our up-and-comers wasn't enough for you?" High Winds glared at Wind Rider. "Now you're working with the enemy?"

"They're not my enemies." Wind Rider smirked. "I'm not a Wonderbolt anymore, remember? I don't owe you anything."

"Don't take it personally, Rider." Lightning Dust grinned. "They just can't stand it when the ponies they unfairly cast out wind up being better than they are."

"Oh, please." Rainbow snarled. "You really think you and your bunch of wannabe daredevils are better than the one-and-only Wonderbolts?"

"Not think, know." Lightning Dust shot back. "Say, didn't you guys have a show today? Didn't sell many tickets, did ya?"

"Oh, no..." Soarin cringed, putting two and two together.

"Gee, I wonder why?" Short Fuse interjected.

"Maybe because ponies would rather see the Washouts in adrenaline-fuelled action than watch the Wonderbolts going through the motions?" Rolling Thunder jeered.

"No way!" Rainbow snarled, her temper flaring.

"Yes, way." Lightning Dust sniggered, enjoying how their words were getting under Rainbow's skin. "Face it, the Wonderbolts are yesterday's news."

"Says you!" Rainbow spat.

"Easy, Dash..." Spitfire tried to defuse the situation.

"Don't get me wrong." Lightning Dust smiled wickedly. "You guys had a good run, but every act gets stale eventually..."

"The Wonderbolts have been the best fliers in Equestria for over a thousand years!" Rainbow pointed out.

"Which just proves how much the novelty's worn off." Lightning Dust said coldly. "Give it another year or two, and the Washouts will be Equestria's new top fliers, while the Wonderbolts will be nothing but a bunch of has-beens."

"Oh, that is it!" Rainbow exploded. "You think your team of rejects will ever be better than the Wonderbolts? That will never happen!"

"Says who?" Lightning Dust jeered.

"Dash..." Soarin muttered.

"Says me!" Rainbow spat. "The Wonderbolts could outfly the Washouts any day of the week!"

"Sounds like a challenge to me." Lightning Dust smirked.

"Maybe it is!" Rainbow growled.

"Hold on..." Misty Fly frowned.

"Challenge accepted." Lightning Dust nodded gleefully. "Henceforth, the Wonderbolts will take on us, the Washouts, in a contest to decide which team is Equestria's real greatest fliers."

"You got it!" Rainbow snarled.

"Wait a second!" Fleetfoot yelled. "Who made you this team's mouthpiece, Dash?"

"You know we can take these guys!" Rainbow insisted.

"That's not the point!" Surprise growled.

"They're right." Spitfire agreed. "The Wonderbolts are all about discipline and honor, not taking part in petty grudge matches."

"But Spitfire-" Rainbow started.

"But nothing." Spitfire said bluntly. "We've got nothing to prove to anypony. I know you and Lightning Dust have some bad history, but that doesn't give you the right to speak for this team."

"I-" Rainbow floundered.

"There will be no challenge." Spitfire said with authority. "Not today, not ever."

"As, what's the matter?" Rolling Thunder taunted. "Afraid you'll lose?"

"Afraid of being second best?" Short Fuse smirked.

"Wonderbolts aren't afraid of anything!" Soarin retorted.

"Except doing whatever it takes to be a really great flier." Lightning Dust sneered.

"Last I checked, great fliers don't risk themselves, and others." Spitfire rebutted. "We don't have to lower ourselves to dealing with you reckless fools." She turned to her team. "We're outta here."

"But-!" Rainbow started.

"That means now, rookie." Spitfire silenced Rainbow with a look that could cut through stone.

As Spitfire made to lead the Wonderbolts away, Wind Rider chuckled mockingly.

"Oh, this is too perfect." He cackled. "Now we get to tell all those ponies waiting for the show, and all our future spectators, that the Wonderbolts rudely refused our humble offer of a friendly contest."

Spitfire froze in place.

"What?" She looked back.

"Ooh, imagine how they'll react." Lightning Dust joined in.

"They'll either think you're some high-and-mighty snobs who think you're too good to fly against our humble, self-made team..." Short Fuse mocked.

"...Or that you're just a bunch a' cowards who are too scared to face up to a real challenge." Rolling Thunder finished.

"Cowards?!" Soarin growled.

"Either way, that's not gonna look good for the ol' team image." Wind Rider relished the thought. "Talk about a PR nightmare..."

Spitfire's eye twitched in annoyance.

"We can't let them drag the Wonderbolts' good name through the mud!" Rainbow pleaded with her. "We've gotta defend our honor!"

"Well?" Lightning Dust smirked. "Having any second thoughts?"

"...Okay, you're on." Spitfire said defiantly, to Rainbow's glee (and the others' shock). "Just name the time and place."

"How about noon tomorrow, right here?" Lightning Dust suggested.

"We'll be there." Spitfire nodded.

"Good." Lightning Dust grinned. "Now, if you don't mind, we have a show to put on. So unless you wanna buy a ticket and watch, this is where we say see ya for now."

"Can't keep our ever-growing legion of fans waiting." Rolling Thunder bragged.

"Because their opinions actually matter to us." Short Fuse drawled.

"Good luck for tomorrow." Wind Rider chuckled mockingly. "You're gonna need it..."

After the Washouts headed over to their starting positions, ready to start their show, the other Wonderbolts turned on Rainbow.

"Way to go, Crash." Fleetfoot glared angrily at her teammate.

"Hey, I was just defending our honor!" Rainbow justified her actions.

"Honor that could end up being torn to shreds!" High Winds frowned.

"All because you've got a grudge against this Lightning Dust character!" Misty Fly growled.

"And you just had to drag us all into it!" Surprise added.

"That's enough." Spitfire said firmly. "I'll admit Crash let her mouth run away with her, but we can't let these Washouts besmirch their reputation with their lies."

"Yeah, we're not cowards!" Soarin added.

"So we're going to face those upstarts tomorrow." Spitfire declared. "And we're gonna win. End of story."

Aside from Rainbow and Soarin, the team didn't seem to share Spitfire's optimism.

"Now let's head back to HQ." Spitfire nodded. "Then we'll spend the rest of the day training for tomorrow's showdown."

"So much for our downtime..." Misty Fly scowled.

As they flew back to their home turf, most of the Wonderbolts gave Rainbow the cold shoulder. The newest Wonderbolt couldn't help but feel a little guilty about what she'd gotten her team into.

'Me and my big mouth...' She lamented.

The morning after, the Wonderbolts suited up and returned to the spot where the challenge had been made. To their shock, the group saw an even bigger set-up in the area than the day before, with multiple bleachers filled with spectators.

"This doesn't look good." Misty Fly noted.

As the team landed, the Washouts and Wind Rider moved to greet them.

"So you showed." Lightning Dust sneered. "I was half-hoping you wouldn't have the guts."

"What's all this?" Rainbow pointed out the crowd.

"What, you thought this was gonna be a private grudge match?" Rolling Thunder smirked.

"We weren't going to pass up an opportunity to make some extra Bits selling tickets for our big showdown." Wind Rider grinned.

"Besides, I think there should be as many ponies to witness your humiliating defeat as possible." Lightning Dust taunted. "Once we're through with you, all of Equestria will know who the new top fliers are: the Washouts!"

"Again, I say: way to go, Crash." Fleetfoot stared daggers at Rainbow, who wilted slightly.

"So, how are we doing this?" Soarin asked. "Wing-up contest? Best formation flying?"

"Just look up." Short Fuse scowled impatiently.

Up above, a group of Pegasi were busy positioning clouds. Some were dark and stormy, others were producing hail and snow, and a few were pouring out torrential rain. And on top of that, some clouds had gale force wind-producing turbines mounted on them.

"I paid the local weather patrol to set up a few obstacles for this little contest." Wind Rider revealed. "After each round, they'll change things up a little, just to keep everypony on their hooves."

"This'll be a set of one-on-one races through the roughest weather we could hire." Lightning Dust summarized. "So, which of your squad of hasbeens will be taking us on?"

Spitfire looked over her team.

"That'll be Soarin, Fleetfoot..." She declared. "...And Dash."

"Seriously?" Misty Fly scowled. "She's the one who got us into this mess!"

"Then she'll be the one to help get us out of it." Spitfire shrugged.

"You're not taking part yourself?" Wind Rider frowned.

"What's the matter?" Short Fuse jeered. "Is the high and mighty Captain of the Wonderbolts afraid of losin' in front of all these ponies?"

"More like I have faith in my team." Spitfire retorted. "Faith that they're gonna win this."

"We'll see about that." Lightning Dust sneered. She looked at her teammates. "Who wants to go first?"

"That'll be me, boss." Rolling Thunder stepped forward. "Who wants to try their luck against yours truly?"

"I will." Fleetfoot announced. "This oughta be an easy win."

"Yeah... For me." Rolling Thunder smirked.

"Let the show begin..." Lightning Dust grinned.

"Ladies and gentlestallions, prepare yourselves for the ultimate aerial showdown!" The voice of the Washouts' unseen announcer blared out of every speaker in the area. "Washouts versus Wonderbolts, with the title of Equestria's greatest fliers on the line!"

The crowd cheered wildly. At the same time, Fleetfoot and Rolling Thunder trotted over to the starting line.

"First up, we have the Wonderbolts' Fleetfoot versus Rolling Thunder of the Washouts!" The announcer continued. "The rules are simple: all they have to do is navigate their way around the wild weather above us. First to go full circle and return to the starting line wins!"

The crowd cheered once more.

Both Wonderbolts and Washouts waited on tenterhooks.

"Without further, let's get this grudge match moving!" The announcer whooped. "On your marks, get set.."

Fleetfoot and Rolling Thunder readied themselves for takeoff.

"Go!" The announcer yelled.

The two rivals shot up into the sky like a pair of rockets.

"Go get 'er, Fleetfoot!" Soarin cheered.

"CRUSH HER, THUNDER!!" Short Fuse booked.

Up above, the two Pegasus mares began to negotiate the the hazardous weather. The crowd watched eagerly through the official commemorative Washouts binoculars they had bought at the ticket booth.

The first hurdle was a gauntlet of high-speed winds, which were doing their best to push the fliers back. Fleetfoot and Rolling Thunder pushed back, beating their wings against the gales, and pressing forward.

"Having trouble keeping up?" Rolling Thunder jeered at her opponent.

"In your dreams, reject!" Fleetfoot snarled.

After finally breaking through the wind, they reached the next obstacle: clouds pouring with sleet. They struggled through the freezing cold, the icy downpour collecting on their wings.

"If Fleetfoot doesn't get out of there soon, her wings could freeze!" Surprise fretted.

"She'll make it." Rainbow nodded. "She has to..."

Fleetfoot was starting to feel the effects of the sleet on her wings, which were growing more numb by the second. But she could see clear sky ahead.

"Just a little further..." She told herself.

With a supreme effort, Fleetfoot finally emerged from under the clouds. The warm sun above melting away the ice, Fleetfoot felt ready to finish the race. Unfortunately, Rolling Thunder was right behind her.

"Thought you'd left me out in the cold, eh?" Rolling Thunder smirked. "Think again!"

"The day's still young, Thunderhead..." Fleetfoot growled.

The race continued, through rain and hail, the two Pegasi jockeying for position.

"This is it, folks." The announcer declared, as Fleetfoot and Rolling Thunder were close to returning to the starting line. "Final leg, and our two racers are still neck and neck. But there's still time to change that..."

"Almost home." Fleetfoot told herself. "Gotta really push it..."

The Wonderbolt put on a burst of speed, pulling slightly ahead of Rolling Thunder. It seemed like victory was assured... Until their flight path brought them into a large storm cloud, filled with bolts of lightning.

"Whoa!" Fleetfoot yelled, halting herself to avoid being zapped.

"Wimp." Rolling Thunder sneered as she kept going, regardless of her surroundings. "This is the kind of weather I love flying through!"

"You're crazy!" Fleetfoot yelled, trying her best to keep up while avoiding the lightning.

"Crazy like a winner!" Rolling Thunder retorted, spinning and diving between the bolts with reckless abandon.

Despite Fleetfoot's efforts, she fell behind; Rolling Thunder emerged from under the storm cloud with a substantial lead.

"And to think, I was kicked out of training because of moves like that!" Rolling Thunder boasted. "Ain't that some delicious irony?"

"I'll give you irony, you smug-!" Fleetfoot snarled as she exited the storm.

Fleetfoot tried to clear the gap between them, but there just wasn't enough course left. Rolling Thunder landed on the starting line first, to the cheers of the crowd.

"That's how's it's done!" She crowed triumphantly. "Yeah!"

"And there you have it, folks!" The announcer blared out. "Rolling Thunder and the Washouts take the first round! This isn't looking good for the Wonderbolts..."

Fleetfoot hung her head as she rejoined her teammates.

"Sorry, guys." She apologised. "I blew it."

"Don't beat yourself up, Flatfoot." Surprise consoled. "They just got a lucky break."

"Luck had nothing to do with it." Lightning Dust taunted. "So don't even bother making that excuse when you lose the next round."

If I were you, I wouldn't count my cockatrices before they hatch." Rainbow glared.

"Soarin, you're up next." Spitfire declared. "Ready to roll?"

"Always." Soarin nodded.

"Short Fuse, it's your turn." Wind Rider instructed. "Keep this winning streak going, ya hear?"

"With pleasure." Short Fuse smirked.

After a short break (during which the weather hazards were rearranged), the second round was about to begin.

"And now, for our second matchup, we have Short Fuse versus Soarin!" The announcer told the cheering crowd. "Ready, set, go!"

Once again, Wonderbolt and Washout took off, and began to negotiate the hazards. Short Fuse managed to compensate for his small size with increased aerodynamics, allowing him to keep up with Soarin as they flew through back-to-back rain and snow clouds.

"We got us another close match on our hooves!" The announcer noted. "Who will win?"

"What kinda stupid question is that?" Short Fuse muttered under his breath.

"You might not like the answer, shorty." Soarin smirked.

The two stayed equal in position until they reached the turn that would bring them back to the starting line; the curve too them through a snow cloud. Soarin's larger wings allowed him to make a wider turn, which he used to pull ahead of Short Fuse.

"What the-?!" Short Fuse gaped.

"Sorry, pal." Soarin grinned. "But this race is all mine!"

"NO WAY!!" Enraged by Soarin's lead, Short Fuse experienced a rage-powered burst of speed, allowing him to almost catch up to his foe.

"Oh, boy..." Soarin gulped, not liking the mad look in his eye.

"WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!!" Short Fuse roared. "NOPONY OUTPACES ME! NOPONY!!"

The diminutive Pegasus veered into Soarin, slamming into his side.

"Yeow!" Soarin yelped, just barely managing to stay in the air as they headed the wind gauntlet. "Are you crazy?!"

"I HATE WHEN PONIES QUESTION MY MENTAL STATE!!" Short Fuse snarled, readying for another attack. "YOU'RE GONNA PAY FOR THAT!!"

"I don't think so!" Soarin evaded his foe's charge, causing Short Fuse to fly straight into the gale force winds.

"OH, COME ON!!" Short Fuse yelped, as he was sent spinning out of control.

"Ooh!" The announcer gasped. "What a shocking upset! Soarin pulls off a win for the Wonderbolts, tying up the score! That means the next round decides everything!"

The crowd cheered loudly as Soarin returned to his teammates.

"Way to go, Clipper!" Spitfire grinned.

"That's showin' 'em!" High Winds slapped him on the back.

A dizzy Short Fuse shakily returned to his teammates, collapsing the second he touched the ground. While Rolling Thunder showed some concern, Wind Rider and Lightning Dust's only emotions were anger over the defeat. They both glared hatefully at the Wonderbolts.

"Enough playing around." Lightning Dust scowled. "Time to end this..."

Another short break, and it was time for the grand finale. Rainbow and Lightning Dust stood ready on the starting line.

"This it, folks!" The announcer bellowed. "The final round, to decide which team will be going home winners: the Captain of the Washouts, Lightning Dust, versus the newest Wonderbolt, Rainbow Dash!"

The crowd cheered more loudly than ever.

"Get ready to lose, Dash." Lightning Dust growled.

"You wish." Rainbow glared back.

"Ready, set... Go!" The announcer yelled.

Rainbow and Lightning Dust flew up into the breach, the crowd roaring.

"You can do it, Crash!!" Surprise whooped.

"Put that wannabe in her place!" Misty Fly cheered.

"How sweet." Lightning Dust jeered as she and Rainbow negotiated a blizzard. "Think they'll still be cheering after you lose this?"

"Not gonna happen!" Rainbow shot back.

"I could always outfly you, Dash." Lightning Dust scoffed. "Because I was willing to do what needed to be done to win!"

"At the cost of other ponies!" Rainbow pointed out. "But I'm good enough win without hurting others!"

"We'll just see about that..." Lightning Dust smirked.

The two continued on, taking each obstacle with practiced skill.

"I don't think I've ever seen such evenly-matched fliers!" The announcer declared. "Don't know about you, folks, but I am giving my hooves!"

All too soon, Rainbow and Lightning Dust reached the final leg of the course. The only thing in their way was a giant dark cloud, spitting out hailstones the size of Bucknell's.

"This is it." Lightning Dust declared. "The final test. Who's got the guts to win this?"

"Guts is one thing..." Rainbow mused. "But common sense is another!"

Rather than fly through the center of the hailstorm, Rainbow stuck to the outer limits, where the downpour was thinnest. In contrast, Lightning Dust flew straight through the middle.

"That's always been your problem, Dash." Lightning Dust sneered. "Never could take the risk, could you? That's why I'm gonna win this!"

"It's not over yet." Rainbow said through gritted teeth, evading the hailstones as best she could.

Like the old saying goes, the shortest distance between two points is a straight line. Lightning Dust was nearing the edge of the cloud.

"It'll be over sooner than ya think!" She smirked.

Just before she reached the edge, a hailstone struck her wing.

"Ahh!" She screeched, wobbling from the impact.

"And that's always been your problem." Rainbow declared, exiting the cloud first. "You're just too reckless!"

"You haven't won yet!" Lightning Dust followed her out of the cloud. Her wing was still intact, but heavily bruised, reducing her speed. In spite of that, she still put her all into her flying, and closed the gap between them. "This time, I win!"

The two were neck and neck as they headed to the finish line. But Rainbow, bolstered by the need to make her team proud, put on a burst of speed just in time to cross the finish line first.

"And it's all over!" The announcer declared. "Rainbow Dash defies all odds to secure victory for the Wonderbolts!"

Barely a second after landing, Rainbow found herself being tackled by her teammates.

"You did it!" Soarin cheered.

"Way to go!" Surprise smiled.

"Nice work, rookie." Spitfire declared.

"Great work!" High Winds added.

"Yeah!" Misty Fly agreed.

The crowd were going mad with jubilation.

"WONDERBOLTS!! WONDERBOLTS!! WONDERBOLTS!!!" They cheered.

As the Wonderbolts released Rainbow from their group hug, the Washouts approached, sour looks on their faces. Clearly, they weren't pleased at how their attempt to show up the Wonderbolts had resulted in the exact opposite outcome.

"This isn't over, Dash." Lightning Dust scowled. "You mark my words: One of these days, the Washouts are gonna be Equestria's top fliers, and the Wonderbolts are gonna be nothing but a footnote in the history books!"

"Yeah, sure." Rainbow said sarcastically. "Like I said, a pony can dream..."

"Let's get outta here." Lightning Dust told her comrades.

The Washouts took off into the sky, followed by Wind Rider, who cast a cold glare at his former teammates.

"Great work out there, team." Spitfire smiled. "Especially you, Crash."

"I couldn't let you guys down." Rainbow sighed. "Especially since it was my big mouth that got into this mess in the first place."

"I'd say showing that egomaniac who's boss more than makes up for it." Fleetfoot smiled.

"Yeah, that was awesome." Soarin grinned.

"Way to make the 'Bolts proud." Surprise agreed.

"And helping to put those Washout upstarts in their place." Misty Fly grinned.

"Guess their little plan to humiliate us really backfired, huh?" High Winds chuckled.

"Like they ever had a chance at taking our place as Equestria's top fliers..."

"And they never will." Spitfire declared. "Not so long as ponies like you are on the team. Come on, 'Bolts, let's go home."

The Wonderbolts took off into the sky, the crowd still cheering them on. The team flew back to Cloudsdale with pride, for they had defended their position as Equestria's best fliers. While the Washouts would no doubt rear their helmeted heads again in the future, not a single Wonderbolt feared that they would eclipse their team in popularity. Not as long as a single Wonderbolt was willing to give their all to honor their teammates, and all the Wonderbolts who came before them.